Chapter 400 What color sack does your sister like?



Chapter 400 What color sack does your sister like?

"Linlin, you have two billion, why are you so stingy on variety shows and always negotiating with the director about the percentage of profit?"

"Linlin, what is your relationship with Sangyu? Is your sister a little princess?"

"Linlin, someone asked me to ask, what color sack does your sister like? Does she have any requirements for the brand?"

When it came to the last question, Sang Yu and Lin Lin paused slightly and looked towards the reporter who was speaking.

The reporter touched his nose and said, "Netizens asked me to ask."

Linlin had a gloomy face, and he looked like a domineering boss.

His childish words snapped, "That's not funny! My sister doesn't like sacks of any color. She loves riding in a private plane filled with dolls!"

Sang Yu: “…” You answered quite seriously.

There was a good-natured laugh among the crowd.

It seems that the story of Linlin being the son of the richest man and Tangtang being the daughter of the richest man is almost certain, otherwise whose child would be able to ride in a private plane filled with dolls!

The mother and son walked to the front of the stage. Dong Tinglu went to communicate with the product promotion director, and Sang Yu and Linlin had a simple interview.

Well, it was mainly to interview Linlin, and Sangyu was watching him.

The reporters most wanted to hear Linlin confirm her identity, so the first question they asked Linlin was, is her father the richest man Bo Yunying?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, with numerous cameras on, Lin Lin blinked and asked, "Guess?"

Reporter: “…I guess so.”

Lin Lin shrugged, "Guess again?"

Everyone: "..." Guess what I'm going to do! I'll fall!

"Actually," Linlin saw that everyone was silent, then put on a serious face and said earnestly, "My dad is here today too."

The whole place was silent.

Coming?!

Bo Yunying is coming?!

Even Sang Yu was confused: That's not right. When Bo Yunying left this morning, he said that there were several important cross-border video conferences today. How could he have time to come here?

The reporters' eyes lit up and they looked around. At this moment, Linlin raised his little hands and clapped a few times.

"You can't see him, because he's in..." His voice suddenly became louder, "in my heart!"

In front of everyone, Linlin patted his hard, oh no, soft chest.

???

Does this mean that the richest man has passed away?

The whole place was in uproar. Bo Yunying was going to die. Bo’s stock price plummeted, and the whole of China was shaken!

"Don't think too much." Linlin shook his head.

"I'm very disappointed in you. Can't you all think a little more creatively? As we all know, there's not only the current richest man, but also the former richest man. Isn't the former richest man also surnamed Bo?"

That's your grandpa!

Sang Yu recalled what happened four years ago. At that time, Bo Yunying's father was the richest man, but the Bo family was in danger and could be overthrown at any time.

At that time, she had a relationship with Bo Yunying and became pregnant. Bo Yunying, who had been trying to destroy the world, merged his own personally developed company into the Bo Group, propped up the Bo Group again, and he became the new richest man.

But that's not the point. The point is, if Linlin were to say this, would he portray himself as the son of the former richest man?

I asked you to come up with a plan, not to be brothers with your father!

The reporters certainly thought so. They asked, "Linlin, are you saying that the current richest man is your brother?"

Linlin tilted her head and said, "I call him Lao Bo."

He doesn't deny that he is his biological father, nor does he admit that he is his brother. It's just Old Bo, the association is amazing.

Sang Yu held her forehead with her hand, watching her own son acting on the stage.

"But didn't you say that you and your dad met the president when you were three years old?" A reporter noticed this and asked sharply.

"According to official sources, Mr. Bo must have passed away when you were three years old. Are you his posthumous child?"

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